The low roar from Di Qianmo's throat came from behind the mask. He knelt like a cat fighting fiercely. His back was arched, and then he leaned over and lowered his head to approach Feng Qing. At the same time, not only did he not let go of Feng Qing's hand, but the strength in his hand also became stronger and stronger. Moreover, it was gradually increasing. A layer of cold sweat appeared on Feng Qing's forehead. She heard her bones make a sound, as if they would be crushed by Di Qianmo in the next second.
Feng Qing endured the pain and shouted, "Di Qianmo, are you f*cking crazy?!"
Di Qianmo revealed a perverted smile and said, "Do you only know now? I've been crazy since I was young, do you know? I hate your face the most. Looking at this face makes me want to destroy it!"
Feng Qing was stunned and hurriedly said, "What's wrong with this face? Doesn't it still look like you? Do you even dislike yourself?"
